It was a Monday morning, pouring rain and my mate announced as we drove to the Teacher’s College that he was picking up his cousin on the way.

We arrived at the out of the way railway station to find this small wet young girl standing under an umbrella looking decidedly forlorn and lost.

She was glad to get into the car out of the wet, and I assumed at the time not caring who was in the car other than her cousin.

We met under those circumstances several times before I worked up the courage to ask her out. It took me four times before she agreed to go out to a function with me.

You could say the rest is history, and in literal terms, it is, such that in this present time I don’t have a significant other and that is ok. Years of oppression have taught me to value the life I have.